we thieves and lovers will keep up our urges to sin, to sin
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
Astaroth would silently consider him a fool to think otherwise, so it’s good that they don’t delve down that rabbit hole in favor for the way he twists Danta around to press against him, letting him take in the view reflected back at them. The way the other Ancient fits so perfectly against him, the difference between Danta’s pale skin and the way that Asta’s darker olive toned arm as it covers a portion of his lover’s with the hand cupped against his throat while the other delves down in a teasing touch.
“I know you do.” The butcher purrs, head twisting to press a warm kiss against the other Ancient’s shoulder, his thumb brushing against the side of his neck. His dark hair sweeps across his skin in a featherlight touch, huffing a breathy laugh that’s broken into a small grunt as Danta grinds against his hard cock rather than angling forward to get more friction. He should have anticipated, if he’s being honest with himself, but he’s losing his rational thought in favor for thinking solely through the lusting portion of his mind.
He hears the nearly there challenge, the smirk that presses against his lover’s shoulder rises to peer over his shoulder at him in the mirror. “So demanding tonight, darling.” Comes the chastising, the brief squeeze of his hands both on his lover’s neck and his length, utilizing the distraction to readjust them again. The hand at his lover’s throat loosens, pressing against his collarbones now, stroking his cock a little quicker and harder as he grinds his hips against Danta’s ass for his own added friction.
And just like that, he releases him, hands falling away from his lover as if in an exhale of breath. “On your knees.” It’s his turn to grow demanding, challenging.
“I know you do.” The butcher purrs, head twisting to press a warm kiss against the other Ancient’s shoulder, his thumb brushing against the side of his neck. His dark hair sweeps across his skin in a featherlight touch, huffing a breathy laugh that’s broken into a small grunt as Danta grinds against his hard cock rather than angling forward to get more friction. He should have anticipated, if he’s being honest with himself, but he’s losing his rational thought in favor for thinking solely through the lusting portion of his mind.
He hears the nearly there challenge, the smirk that presses against his lover’s shoulder rises to peer over his shoulder at him in the mirror. “So demanding tonight, darling.” Comes the chastising, the brief squeeze of his hands both on his lover’s neck and his length, utilizing the distraction to readjust them again. The hand at his lover’s throat loosens, pressing against his collarbones now, stroking his cock a little quicker and harder as he grinds his hips against Danta’s ass for his own added friction.
And just like that, he releases him, hands falling away from his lover as if in an exhale of breath. “On your knees.” It’s his turn to grow demanding, challenging.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
